the preda tree

I'm accidentally social, an intro/extrovert they say
I dismiss most with "Mean or stupid go AWAY"
Yet my bearing is brilliant, my vibe quite fun
I'm not quest-obsessed by "the one, the one"
Impressively gentle, excessively humble
A great sad movie makes me crumble
Thus i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to climb the preda tree

I'm no adonis, though not repulsive
I'm a nurturer, i know how to give
It's true my views buck the status quo
Maybe i come from the moon Io
Personal poverty as protest philosophy?
My theoretical embrace of polyamory?
Yet i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to perch in the preda tree

How many first kisses left unsmooched
because of gentle sobriety?
How many shags unsnagged
because "it's not right for thee"?
How many times did i walk away
if i knew i'd be unable to stay?
Yes, may-hap the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to play in the preda tree

Just play the game - no no, i wouldn't
Flatter, manipulate - oh no, i couldn't
Give a good chase, wage a good woo
Something i don't know how to do
I've always felt like a refugee
Perhaps from the 24th century
So i think the reason i'm ever-lonely
is my refusal to swing in the preda tree